Tag: Vampire

I remember when times were good and there was enough blood to feed every vampire in the world, then everything changed 2 years ago and a great panic came upon the whole vampire world, that there was a huge blood crisis. Most humans had been turned into a vampire and it has led to a blood shortage never before seen or felt. The fear and moans of every vampire family was the greatest moan of suffering I had ever seen; it was brutal to witness.

99% of vampires live from 300-400 years and after living your expected life expectancy, even drinking blood won’t be enough to help vampires and even protect them against diseases and you couldn’t even step out into the night because your skin will be too sensitive. There is the 1% of vampires though who have actually managed to live for about 1000+ years and they are the special kind of vampires. No one is really sure where vampires came from and the religious vampires believe it came from Satan but the scientific vampires believe it was just nature and the freak of evolution.

Every 50 year’s vampires are allowed to reproduce children and it use to be that 100 vampire babies were allowed to be born every 50 years but due to the over population and the current climate of blood shortage, it has now been reduced to just 2 vampire babies allowed to be born every 50 years. If you don’t follow these reproduction rules the vampire babies will be put under the sun.

Nearly every blood bank has been closed and its funny you know when something vital like blood runs out, everything else runs out as well. Things like being kind to each other, sharing with each other and even smiling all goes away too. Blood wasn’t just keeping the vampire’s alive but it was keeping how we treat each other and how society lived alive as well. I kept on questioning how the blood shortage came about and blood in our society was the heart of everything it kept the economy, food and health all alive too but all of those things have all been destroyed unfortunately.

The first year experiencing the blood shortage crisis and the hunger and thirst could be felt all over but it was the elderly vampires, who were suffering first. When vampires haven’t had enough blood they turn insane and almost like a zombie, they lose who they once were. Like animals they started biting anyone and anything and even my grandparents were lost, I cried when I saw both my grandmother and grandfather biting each other. Eventually physical diseases take over and blood is the main source keeping vampires immune system alive, without it every disease starts to attack us.

Hospitals, dentists and other health related building were filled up to the top and there wasn’t enough funding or blood to treat everyone. Vampires out of desperation started to betray their morals, families and friends in search of finding blood and a new place/way to survive. Our civilization was on the brink of collapse and only the young vampires were strongest but still a victim

to all of what was happening. Luckily I am not the youngest in my family but being only 18 I still had the best chance but I knew though one day; the blood shortage will start effecting me.

Vampires started attacking farm animals and even animals from the wild and their blood might just about cave off the thirst and hunger but it also causes diseases, human blood is the only blood which could keep vampires alive and healthy for the longest. Depression and suicide were wide spread and it was a common thing to hear about vampires walking into the sun light by their own will because they had given up hope. It’s stupid as well but someone surely must have seen this coming because when vampires started increasing in number and the number of humans decreasing, someone surely must have known this was coming?

I myself started to succumb to depression and I had to go days, weeks and even months without blood and I even tried to burn myself into the sunlight but my father stopped me. Businesses are struggling because every vampire is too ill, depressed and too hungry and thirsty for blood. Any food we vampires eat; it must come with blood or otherwise our bodies will find it hard to digest. My father’s restaurant is struggling and with the price of human blood so impossibly high, one cup of 1 blood is literally the yearly income of five vampires together. My parents have been arguing constantly and my mother is always pressuring my father to sell his business but my father is a strong willed man and he will not give it away for anything. My little brother is seriously ill because he has not had enough blood and he is constantly suffering from high fever.

The education system is completely broken and there are hardly any teachers to teach and so parents must teach their children to read and write, everything is just terrible. Then a friend of mine called me on my phone and there are hardly any friends around these days. I met up with him at a private place in his car and he had some news for me, great news in a weird dark way. He started telling me about a secret blood bank which had disguised itself as an abandoned office building. In this blood bank they actually have fresh human blood all stocked up and meant for the 1% of vampires who have lived for over 1000+ years.

I looked at him like he was crazy and he told me that it was the truth and that he knew the 3 security guards that worked there, they have great benefits like receiving free blood for their families. Then he told me that three of the security guards out of six are being fired and so they will not receive any more secret blood and the three of them are angry. He told me they are putting a gang together to raid the secret blood bank and how we could all be inside and steal as much human blood as possible but the illegality of all of this, will put us at deaths row right under the sun.

My friend who also believes in conspiracies started telling me about how the 1% have all of the blood in the palm of their hands and it was their fault that the blood shortage came about, they want to kill the 99% of vampires. I never really believed any of his conspiracy stories but in that moment I felt like he was talking the truth and I wanted to be part of the raid. The three security guards who were going to lose their jobs at the end of the month were going to let us inside and it was me, my friend and three other vampires who I had never seen before who were going to be a part of this.

My friend contacted the three security guard and that we were close and they let us into the building and as soon as I stepped into the building, I could smell fresh human blood all around me. The other three security guards whose jobs were safe were murdered with a stake through the heart and were dust. The manager and right down to the cleaners of the blood bank were all murdered as well and when I stepped into the vault where fresh human blood was kept, I couldn’t keep hold of my temptation any longer.

We all grabbed whatever human blood we could get hold of and we kept on drinking so much blood and the freshness and sweet relief from thirst and hunger was heaven. I didn’t even care about the consequences anymore or that there were armed police guards outside ready to have our heads, in that moment I was in my own world. We were all arrested and taken into prison in the end and the sentencing was quick which was death by sun light but I still don’t care anymore. You see other vampires have heard our story and about secret blood banks and the 1% of vampires are now aware that the 99% of vampires see them for what they really are. I am going to burn with great meaning and an even greater message.

My name is Tricia Wert and I want to tell you my story. English isn’t my mother language so I’m really sorry if you need to rephrase some of my sentences. The story that about to tell you is 100% real. Isn’t a fantasy and I know it would be sound so crazy. It’s my real horror story and it still happening right now.

So, let begin my story this way. I’m a women who lives in Quebec, a french city in Canada. Since I was little my life was full of strange experiences but this kind of things don’t bother me. I live my life like a normal person whatever I can see or heard…Until last month.

At the last October something strange happen to me. It begin with a nightmare. The most horrible nightmare ever with a ton of blood all over my room and I heard a Latin chant. Like a prayer. This prayer was chanting over and over again.

Then I woke up in suet and with a lot disgusting by seeing all this blood.

I try to forget the nightmare and do my journey normally. So, the same night I do again a strange dream but this time I was in a train station near my home and wasn’t alone. It had an unknown person with me. I don’t remember all the dream but I know he was a male and I remember his eyes.

Those eyes with a cold silver color.

They seems to glowing like a cat’s eyes. And the smell… He smell like frankincense with a touch of jasmin. One kind of intoxicating smell. I remember he said something to me with some rage in the eyes but I can’t recall what exactly he told me.

During this conversation, I still heard the same prayer that the night before. It’s like it have a dozen of people hide in the shadow and chant the prayer.

The only word in this prayer I remember clearly is “tenebris” and give me shiver to my spine.Suddenly, someone pass by and see us and the young women warn me to go away right now. I remember vividly the voice of this women. I can heard again his warning while I wrote this line.

Then the stranger grab her by the shoulders and push her hardly on the track of the train and…well she’s gone, she vanish under the train. I just woke up frozen by fear and with this horrible vision.

I woke up to go to work and suddenly I feel sick.

My stomach hurt like it have lava fire on it and I felt so dizzy. I can’t barely move with this pain. I had no choice to call sick to my work and so…things goes worse.

After feeling sick I return to slept, thinking that would pass and felt better but no…it was worse and painful. In that evening I stop to eat. I can’t eat anymore. All the food burn inside me causing me a lot of pain.

The burning is so hard that I can’t thinking or move. Also, everything smell bad and taste awful. Obviously, I’ll go check with a lot of doctors and specialist and they found nothing wrong about me. My body seems fully healthy and functional but I can’t eat anymore without hurting myself.

This week I realize that the only food I can digest his the raw meat or barely cook. It’s make no sense and I know how this revelation sound crazy and disgusting.

Since that week, a month ago, I lose more than 20 pounds and I feel so cold all the time. I’m unable to warm my body. Nothing works. I also feel like I heard everything in the street and I can smell every odors. Everything has a strong smell .

I don’t feel like myself anymore and I didn’t know what it’s happening to me. I can’t work anymore and I try to be low profile. I remark the eyes on me from the people on the street and they seems to see something strange into me. That’s scare me a lot. Well, no doctor can’t found anything wrong physically or psychological and I feel lost and alone.

For those specialists I’m really normal but inside me I know something is wrong, very wrong…

I told you my story with a lowly hope that some of your followers maybe know who or what invite himself in my house…into me. I listen some of the story on your channel and the wendigo thing seems to be the whom visit me in my dreams. As I write this line, I feel so cold again and the night is coming and with it, the nightmare come back. I’ll see him again tonight in my dream and tomorrow I will feel out of my body again…I don’t know where he drag me but I had no choice to follow him.

I don’t afraid of him anymore. But I also know, that I’m only the shadow of the person I was before and I don’t know how coming back…So the darkness envelops me and I cry tonight for your help.

Firstly I would like to say that I love your videos and I’m looking forward to see more of them , until than here is my story:

Hello , as to give a little background to this story I am currently 19 , and I live in North-East Romania .

This story happened when I was 17 . As the summer break started , me and my girlfriend(I will call her Agatha for privacy reasons) at that time decided to take a tour of the East Carpathians. We decided to take the train to Brasov.

Once we reached this city Agatha and I agreed to visit the famous Bran Castle(the one in the picture I added), the Castle where Dracula supposedly lived.

We arrived there at 11A.M. The tour was not out of the usual, the guide showed us our way through each and every room , beautifully decorated, while telling us the history of the castle. The tour finished at around 7 P.M when we decided to walk around the town.

The red light of dusk set upon every nook and cranny of the city by 10 PM. We decided to go to a local bar in order to grab a beer.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened while at the bar, but when we left it was already pitch black outside and we had to walk around 4 miles to our hostel.

Agatha proposed to take the shortcut through the forest in order to shorten that walk by half, to which I was vary hesitant, but in the end I agreed as I thought nothing could go wrong.

We reached the treeline when a feeling of being watched settled upon me. I told Agatha about how I disliked the idea of venturing through the forest at night in an unknown area ( I was always the rational one ) but she mocked me and started running through the trees . I started running after her jumping over the roots of the trees and eventual stumps. While I was running I fixated my sight upon my girlfriend running and laughing way ahead of me.

Suddenly I tripped over a root and planted my face into the ground. As I stood back up and shook my head I noticed my girlfriend was no-were to be seen. ‘She must have ran ahead” I said to myself…

Right as I was finishing my thought I was surprised by the sound of crushed leaves and footsteps to my left. I quickly took my lighter and lit it only wanting to get a glimpse of what could be out in the dark but I could see nothing.

I continued going ahead of me as I had no clue where I came from or where I was heading. Being summer the dense canopy engulfed the surroundings in endless darkness scarcely pierced by the dim light of the moon when the wind shook the trees strong enough to create an opening.

As I was rapidly walking through the forest, towards where I thought my girlfriend had ran to, I heard that sound of footsteps over leaves again..

“Is anyone there?” I said in a shaky voice

As I was staying there looking around trying to pierce through the darkness I saw it, two red ayes staring at me from the branches. As I looked at them for what seemed to be an eternity they vanished, and what happened next I will never forget.

I felt a cold touch on my back , right over my backbone. I swiftly turned around but nothing was there. As I stood there, petrified , I could hear a laughter from all around. At that moment I had no Idea what to do next. I started to run back to where I thought the treeline was only to feel tackled to the ground by a strong force.

“You can not run” a voice whispered in my ear

I let out the most terrified scream I could have ever done.

Than I could not feel the thing pressing me to the ground anymore. “It is playing with me” I thought while I slowly got up.

I heard footsteps to my left and than I saw it: It was a humanoid creature , it was about 7 feet tall , it’s head had the shape of a bat : Long ears with patches of fur, a snout , and fangs long enough that could pierce through metal and that dreadful red eyes, its hands where long and thin ending in long, sharp claws.

At that moment I got up at ran as fast as I could. I could hear above me what I can only compare to the sounds a bird’s wing makes while flying, but I did not dare look above me , or behind me. At that moment I thought I was doomed, than I saw it, light.

As I ran towards it I could see there were locals holding flashlights. As they saw me they pointed the light at me.

“What are you doing here up at night?, it is dangerous in these woods.” one of the men told me

“I-i-i ” I stuttered .

“What the fuck is that ?!” screamed one of them while pointing their flashlight into the woods only to see the piercing red eyes of the creature.

As we left I explained all that happened to the locals and John, the oldest one told me that I had an encounter with what they call a vampire and that I’m lucky to live to tell it.

As for my girlfriend she was waiting for me at our hostel , dead scared. We decided to go to sleep after I’ve told her what happened.

I remember my childhood very clearly. I remember the huge Victorian style home that I grew up in. It was in a big patch of woods in northern Louisiana, so the trees were very tall pine trees. I remember they smelled so good. Our house was about five miles away from neighbors on all sides, and the only way to reach it besides a trek through the woods was a tiny dirt road that lead from the main highway to our house. It was an absolutely beautiful setting for a beautiful home. The sun would burst through the trees, and now that I think about it, even during the height of Louisiana summer or the middle of winter, that area always felt as if it was fall. Maybe a solid 68 degrees all year round, which is strange.

I was a rambunctious child, eight years old at the time, with a huge imagination. This huge imagination would be the explanation given to me by my mother when I told her that there were kids living in the woods around our home. I’ve only ever spoken of this to my mother, and even now writing about it there are memories flooding back to me that I have somehow completely erased. There were vampires in those woods around my home, I’m sure of it.

One bright but cool August day, I decided to play outside with our Husky puppy, Marcella (we called her Marcy). My mother gave me her usual “stay close to the house, don’t go into the woods” warning, and I bolted out of the door with Marcy. My mom always reminded me that there were black bears in the woods and to never go farther than the edge of them, which literally surrounded our entire house besides the small dirt road. I remember seeing at least two back bears, but that’s besides the point.

Marcy and I were playing fetch with an old baseball that I had, and my last toss was a little too hard. The ball whizzed past Marcy and rolled into the thick woods behind my home. Marcy ran for it, but stopped dead in her tracks right at the edge of the brush and began to snarl. The hairs on her back stood up, and I remember being filled with a sense of panic. “Marcy? What’s wrong”, I asked. Right after I spoke I heard a snap in the woods, and fear took over. I screamed for Marcy to come and ran for the door to my house. Right before I closed the door, I saw the baseball roll back into the yard from the woods. I didn’t go outside for a while.

After a few days of hiding, my mother convinced me that it was probably an animal and that it was long gone by now. I remember the feeling of dread and panic that came over me, and the deep growls coming from Marcy. That was no animal. Being a bored child, I decided to venture back into the yard. My grandfather was huge gardener, and I collected seeds and small tools from him on my yearly visits. So I decided to make a small garden. It was about five in the afternoon, and I knew the sun would be setting about two hours from then. I found a small patch of flat yard next to the treeline behind my house and begun digging small holes to plant lily bulbs.

I became so caught up in gardening that time seemed to move faster and faster. Before I knew it the sun was setting and twilight was approaching. As I realized this, I began to collect my tools and leftover bulbs to put them away. Just as I picked up the last tool and turned to walk away, I heard what sounded like a child’s voice. “Hi”, said the voice. It came from the woods right behind me. I snapped my head around in surprise. “Hello?”, I asked. “Hi”, I heard just as I saw a small girl peak around a thick pine tree.

She looked to be around six or seven years old with long, ratty brown hair and dirty skin. She looked as if she’d been walking the woods for weeks. I remember her so clearly now. I remember her facial features were almost elf like. She had a pointy little nose and small ears. Her eyes were almond shaped and slightly upturned. Her fingers were a bit longer and skinnier than they should be. She wore tattered clothes that I didn’t think were strange, but now I realize they were almost pilgrim-like. Out of all of this, though, I will never forget her eyes.

The iris of her eyes were a shade of grey so light that they were almost invisible. They were striking, almost ghostly, and when she moved into the shadow cast from the tree they glowed. I think the term reflected is better. They were reflective like the eyes of a cat or raccoon. Right when I looked into them, the same sense of dread and panic filled me. I began to shake. “Stop that”, she said with adult authority. “You scared me”, I said. “Who are you?”

“Constance”, she answered. She smiled at me, but it was cold. I’d never seen a child like this. “Why are you in the woods”, I asked her. I knew there were bears and I didn’t want her to get hurt. “I live here”, she said as she turned away and skipped through the trees out of sight. I was confused and scared, so I ran back inside to tell my mother. Of course she didn’t believe me and told me that I must have imagined it. I think imagination is a crutch used by parents to explain things that scare them when it involves children. I remember after I told my mother, she went outside with her rosary and prayed in the yard for a bit, so I knew she must have been a little afraid.

That night as I was trying my best to sleep, I heard a tap on my window. It was around midnight, and when I turned my lamp on I saw the same girl from the woods outside of my window. She was standing there like she was waiting for me to open it and let her in. My room was on the second story of the home, and there was nothing for her to stand on below my window. “What are you doing”, I asked, startled. “Do you want to see my house”, she asked with that same cold smile. In the light of my lamp, her eyes looked animal like and…hungry.

“Get out of here”, I said with as much authority that a scared eight year old could give. I was very afraid now, and began to cry. “Tell me I can come in. We can play with your toys or we can pay at my house. My family is very nice but we’re very hungry”, she said as she leaned closer to the window. I noticed her teeth now. I’d somehow never noticed them while she spoke, but they seemed to change when she said the word “hungry”. They were sharp. Not like horror movie sharp, but sharp enough to puncture what they bit into. They were ALL sharp.

My eyes widened and I began to scream for my mother. “Let me in! Let me in!”, the girl screamed as she hit my window. I was now screaming in terror as my bedroom door flew open. My mother rushed in and turned on the light, and there was nothing in the window. I told her what happened. She said I probably had a nightmare about the girl I thought I saw, but right as she was saying that, I saw what looked like Constance looking up at me from the treeline. I saw her reflective eyes, then saw two more pairs of those reflective eyes. These were at the height of adults.

While my mother was trying to calm me down, she said that we were going to visit my aunt and cousins that next day. What she didn’t tell me was that she had lost the house and was actually bringing me to stay with my aunt while she moved our things from the house. The next day as we were loading some bags into the trunk my mother told me that we were going to bring Marcy with us, and that I should go get her. I found her in the back yard, snarling at the woods. I called her and we ran to the car. As we drove off I looked back at our house, and I swear I saw those eyes. Three pairs staring at me through the trees.

When my mom finally explained that we weren’t going back, I was very happy. My mother said I even look relieved. I will never forget those eyes. I see them sometimes in my dreams. I still wonder what would have happened if I had opened that window, and I still shudder at the thought of being so close to her in my yard. I think, no, I know that they were vampires. They had to be.

This all happened around a month ago, in December of 2017. A while ago I posted about my encounter with a strange pale creature in the woods behind my mom’s house. I had prayed i would never see this creature again, but I have and I am begining to belive my initial belief that it was a rake-like creature was dead wrong.

It was early December and I was staying at my mom’s for awhile. It was about 10 pm when I decided to go to the gas station a few blocks away. There is a small forest behind my mother’s house, and I decided to cut through the path in the woods that would make the trip much quicker.

The whole time I was walking, I felt like I was being watched. The woods were dead silent, the only noise being my feet crunching the leaves. Apart from the uneasy feeling, I got to the gas station alright. I bought a six pack of beer and trecked back through the woods.

About half way there, I stumbled upon a strange sight. Laying on the ground has a small mass that certainly wasn’t there before. I shone my phone on it and it was a dead groundhog. The odd thing was there was no blood anywhere. At first, i didn’t see any sign of what killed it, until I noticed two holes in its neck.

As if on cue, I was hit with a foul odor that nearly overwhelmed me. And just like a horror movie, I heard a twig snap behind me. I spun around to see what it was, and God I wish I hadnt.

Standing there was a being, about 5 or 6 feet tall. It was deathly thin and pale. In its hand was other mass of fur, i assume it was another groundhog. It’s most striking feature were it’s glowing, orange eyes. For some reason, although I wanted to flee, i found myself unable to move.

A crooked, thin smile was etched across it’s face. And then it spoke. Oh god, how it spoke. I cannot explain how it spoke. It spoke like an alien trying to mimic human speech.

“Hello” it said in a truly ungodly voice. It dropped the groundhog and took a single step towards me. “Come here”

What happend next is what rocked me to my core. Huge, leathery wing appeared from out of its back. I don’t know how I didn’t see them before but they were massive, about 15 feet across by my estimate. It was like the Creeper from Jeepers Creepers, it’s wings must have been able somehow grow in or out of its body.

I managed to snap out of my trance and chucked a beer at it and ran home as fast as I could. I heard faint flapping noise behind me, which I can only assume was the creature flying after me, though I didn’t dare look back. As soon as I got in the door, I tripped over the steps and dropped the beers I somehow cared enough about to keep on to. I locked every door and window in the house and stayed up all night. My mom and sister looked at me like I was insane, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that what I saw was real.

The next morning, I went back to the woods. Around where I saw the creature were dead animals; rabbits, birds, squirells, and groundhogs. Just like the night before, there wasn’t a drop of blood anywhere. I can say with certainty that the creature had killed them. I don’t know what it was that I saw. It’s shape and proportions would suggest a gargoyle-like creature, but one with vampiric tastes. I will never go back into those woods again, period. People always say monsters are myths, after what I saw, I can say it’s not myth, it’s a fact that beasts lurk in the shadows.